here we go...

you betta get out ya six shooter cuz im gonna blow ya ass away like we in the wild wild west/
im simply untouchable like you with your girlfriends breasts/
im gonna beat ya face with my words when this battle comes into action/
when you look at old pictures you wont recoginize yourself like when you like at and old album cover for Michael Jackson/
these rhymes will slice and dice you and grate ya ass like parmeasan cheese/
as im writting this i got your girl bent down on her knees/
im reloading my clip so i can blow ya ass away "kool-killa"/
ya broke ass is in some alley while im sippin cristal in manilla/
you wouldnt even be able to touch me if you had your crew/
i'll load my glock wit 32 word bullets and watch as 16 go into you/
me battling you is a crime, i know im gonna get convicted and get the chair/
you too soft to go to jail cuz they wont let you shave ya legs wit nair/
its over commit suicide i dont care whether it be the neck tie, poison, or the cement shoes/
your so stupid you wouldnt be able to solve a mystery if it was on blues clues/
now this is the finisher it cant be stopped its inveditable/
yo dick larger than two inches that wouldnt be incredible that shit would take a miracle/

u got till tomorrow use your time wisely